I’ve got a toddler on my leg and a baby watching me, yet I will try to write something. If I’m ever going to begin writing on this blog again, this is the way it’s going to be. Snatched, imperfect moments that end in a creation pocked with grammar errors and typing mishaps. But, it’s a moment that’s still worthwhile to me, and hopefully to you who read it.

I don’t have much original to share, but daily, these dynamic, original things are filtered into my life like sun rays through the clouds. Here’s one from already this morning.

Peter called. He’s working on a film shoot this week and haven’t seen him much. The car is in the shop. We need a new transmission of all things. It’s thousands of dollars that we don’t have. A bit of encouragement: the import guy says another woman with a car like ours said she’s been having the same noise in her car for years and nothing bad as happened.

My normal self w0uld be all fears and frets right now, til my mind turned into devils and dust. But, because of some new grace poured into me, I’ve responded instead with: Even so. Even if we end up without a car. Blessed be the Name.

I snatched another moment to read Brother Lawrence and found some encouragement in the way. Brother Lawrence, in his life on this earth, was a monk in the 17th century. Here’s what he said that still reverberates into my small life now, years after he wrote it:

If you can leave the care of your affairs…and busy yourself only with praying to God, you will overthrow the power that presently governs your life and replace it with a better Power. He does not require a great deal of us; all He asks is a little rememberance of Him from time to time, a little worship.  Sometimes we should ask for His grace, and sometimes we should offer Him our sufferings. At other times we ought to thank Him for the grace He has given us and which He is working in us.

There’s a little grace: I got a moment ot write, and say these precious words once more. Perhaps they will seep a littler further into my soul.

Adn now, I’ve been given a felted egg, fresh cooked on Lucy’s cardboard stove, to eat. I better get to it before it goes cold.

- Katie